As a multiple, there were decades of not knowing what was happening to myself or my children. I cannot explain why I died, why my husband (at the time) did nothing to assist me, and why he sought no medical care for me. In speaking with a nurse practitioner afterwards, she felt I might have had a stroke, but I was only 24 and in seeming good health.
Nonetheless, there were many factors that I was unaware of at the time which could have had a deleterious effect on my health, and not the least of these was the fact that I was suicidal. This was shameful to me, because I loved Jesus. I loved my family, I had a music ministry and much to live for. It would be many years before I began to truly understand what was lying, hiding, in the bottom of a very deep place inside of me, waiting for healing.